A letter to my keeper

21thJuly,XXXX

 

Dear my keeper,

 

Still doing good at school? You might not be aware that I always want to serve you, so you put me into that box. The grey lid of the box then becomes my sky, and it hasn't been opened for a long time (Presence of time flying away cannot be sensed there, as there is no change of light, only darkness is present in there). I thought of telling you my feeling, so I decide to use my feet (tip of a pen, as you call) to poke through the lid and write this letter to you with great bravery.

 

Do you still remember the moment you bought me? You are shorter than the last time I saw you, and you had your wide smile on your face as you were looking at me through the glass. You used your little hand to take dollars out of your pocket and brought me home. It was Christmas, you said I was the most beautiful present you had had. I was so happy at that moment that I could run around the Earth for three times if I could get out of your pocket XD.

 

You placed me carefully in your pencil case before you went to school everyday. You always use me when doing homework and exam. This attracts everyone's gaze at you and me. Though many people asked to borrow me, but you would always clasp around my body and shook your head. In recess time, the others were playing, chatting and laughing but you just sat in your seat quietly and took me out of the pencil case. We will then perform a face-to-face gazing with each other for 5 minutes, at least. I again saw your cute face and water blue eyes, and I knew it was the most beautiful thing I had seen.

 

Years passed, you become taller and I shrink.

 

But one day, there was a new comer into my pencil case. He is modern and cool with a hat on his head. At first I don't know who/what he is, but then one day I peeked through the small holes on the pencil case and saw you remove his hat and put pencil refills into his body. And I saw my sharpener is put aside. At that very moment, I knew I wasn't that important anymore.

 

I had quite a lot of arguments with the pen pencil as you call. He said I looked like rubbish to him, and you won't like me anymore because I was short and dirty. I really wanted to cry at that moment, really! Those words are still hurting and haunting me, it was even worse than being cut by the sharpener.

 

I don't care if I suffer a million or a billion cut from the sharpener, I just want to serve you till my end. You can draw your beautiful pictures using me. Really.

 

I will soon end this letter and I will just lie beside this letter. Please use me. If not, at least place me inside your pocket, so that I can feel the warmth of you.

 

Yours,

your pencil